Fashun

Open up your eyes Let the sun climb through your window I heard that life's a gas When light-blue fades to black I know you and you know me I guess it's safe to say we know each other How's your father been? Is his heart still pumping? Like an English garden flowerbed In all it's elegance and wonder Let's cut the small talking I want the real thing I was lost and found I found that I had lost the feeling A mid-flight meltdown I pray for solid ground The traffic lights your bedroom up It's like a disco on your ceiling The city's on my back It's breathing down my neck Oh, it's not your fault That you're wild you know Oh, it's not your fault That you're wild you know 'Cause you're gonna be a big star, honey A real household name The cream rises to the top, they tell me I'm gonna be best friends Oh, you're gonna be a big star, honey A real household name The cream rises to the top, they tell me I'm gonna be best friends With fame, with fame